Chapter 372 Hope of Recovery
Dietrian made an annoyed sound from his throat, but did not answer.
"The many hells that twist the subspace! What are they?"
Talos kept asking.
Finally, Dietrian spoke again, but his voice was lower.
"With all due respect, your ignorance of professionalism makes me very angry. The resurrection ritual does not stop just because of the physical awakening. His mind is not familiar with the surrounding environment. We only awakened the remnants of his body. Let him establish contact with the Jihad machine, but he still lost his mind. The subsequent process of the ceremony is to replenish energy and restore his spiritual sense. "
"His... what?"
< br>"Harm, his self-awareness and reasoning ability to respond to stimuli, his conscious perception, as a manifestation of a living spirit."
"You mean his soul, his mind? So , can you speak more directly in the future?”
“As you said, we created his brain and body, but we did not create his mind and soul. There is a difference.”
Talos took a breath of stale air through his teeth and tilted his head towards the coffin.
"I mean he's awake, Dietrian, what did you do when he woke up? You told me he needed to be stabilized, but the truth is, he's awake now, what are you doing ?"
"Resurrection rituals, as mentioned, synaptic strengthening pulses, life-sustaining nutrients, chemical stimulants and invasive physiological stabilizers"
"So you filtered the order. Man-maddening chemicals and electro-stimulants stimulate the body of a mortally wounded warrior, but he has proven that his symbiotic relationship with the coffin does not follow the standard pattern."
"But..."
"He's awake now. He's crazy and wants to throw himself in your face. You hurt him, Dietrian."
Dieterian pondered for a moment.
"I will deal with it immediately."
The Mechanical Bishop responded nonchalantly:
"I will deal with it immediately."
But Talos was still listening to the screams, which upset him.
"Then deal with it quickly, I don't like the screams of the company commander, Dietrian."
"As a rule, in any subject whose cognitive function reaches the level of If you do so before the level is accepted, the resurrection ritual will be terminated immediately."
"But you said that Markaryon's resurrection never followed the traditional pattern."
"I... …”
For the first time in centuries, Dietrian began to doubt his findings.
"I.........are processing it."
"You handle it."
Taros said and walked away.
"Sometimes, Dietrian, it pays to share your secrets with people you trust. Thinking like a mortal is not always a curse."
"Stop it! A potential flaw has appeared!"
Dietrian said loudly, still watching a large number of calculations being performed on his retinas.
"Your hypothesis is based on emotional speculation. If your hypothesis proves to be wrong, the damage to the subject's physiological functions may be irreparable."
"As if I care. Like? "
When Talos approached the center console, lightning danced along the golden sword edge.
He glanced at the screen, running his eyes over the screen, the heat meter, the levers and switches.
This is what injects poison and pain into his Captain's body.
"Turn this off."
"No, I cannot allow this to happen because such assumptions are flawed. Talos, Talos, do you hear me? Please Turn off your sword, my master."
Talos did not respond, but raised his sword, and Ursus laughed at the side.
"No!!"
Dietrian let out a sharp, weaponized scream. Any mortal in this range would be shocked
Incapacitated, but Talos The helmet makes him immune to such performances.
He himself has used the same scream as a weapon many times. "Taros, please, please - no!"
As the Mechanic Bishop screamed in pain, he swung his long sword down, and an explosion occurred between the energy field attached to the blade and the delicate mechanical device of the console, throwing hot fragments across the room.
The violent shock wave even tore off the surrounding cables one after another, all the tools flew away, and the servitors and staff fell to the ground one after another.
After a moment, Talos stood up in the silent aftermath.
His first thought was strange - Ursus no longer pulled the trigger on the chain axe.
Through the thin smoke he saw his brother standing by the wall and Dietrian standing in the middle of the room's floor.
The stasis field was still alive with the limbs that imprisoned the Dreadnought, emitting a buzzing enough to make the Prophet's teeth itch.
But the screaming has stopped, and the sterile room is filled with activity in a way because of its absence, like the abundance of ozone in the air after a storm.
Talos stared at the towering war machine, waiting, listening - his senses keen for any change.
As he expected, there was nothing.
The tenth company commander, the philosopher of war, Markarian, has probably returned to the throne of eternal night.
But Talos has no regrets, because this is the only thing he can do for his former company commander.
Dietrian hovered around the destroyed console, spreading his assist arm to pick up chunks of smoldering debris.
“No——”
Humanized grief finally appeared in the mechanical bishop’s voice.
"This is unacceptable, simply unacceptable, no no no -"
Talos couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
“It’s over.”
He was visibly relieved.
"I'm sorry for breaking your-"
"Taros!"
Suddenly, a voice boomed, a guttural voice loud enough to make the deck rumble.
At the same time, the door to the sterile room opened, and Serion walked in, throwing a skull into the air and catching it every time before it fell.
Obviously it was a skull attached to his armor, but now the chain was broken and the remnants rattled on his hip.
He stopped and looked at the scene around him. Talos and Ursus stood together, staring at Dauntless. Dietrian stood on the other side with open arms
and Legion Staring like a soldier.
"Taros!"
The loud communication language was repeated again.
“I can’t move.”
Hearing this voice, Sirion smiled.
“Captain Markaryon is awake again? Isn’t this worthy of sending a message throughout the ship?”
"Serion, wait..."
Taros whispered, with a cautious tone.
"Sirion!"
Wouldn't chanted.
“You’re still alive, and it seems the miracles will never stop.”
"It's good to see you again, Captain."
Serion walked to the chassis of the Dreadnought and looked up at the coffin locked in the armored shell.
He grabbed the skull again.
"So."
He said to the huge war machine.
"Where do I start? This is a list of stories that happened while you were sleeping..."
(End of Chapter)